Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts...
People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.
He knew that there was a difference between something that makes you happy and something that doesn’t make you unhappy. The trick was convincing yourself these were one and the same.
Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.
What if what you know isn’t what people want to hear?
There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future.
How do you tell someone that you weren’t the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you’d meant the things you’d said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.
There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.
Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?
I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.
Just because you didn’t speak the facts out loud didn’t erase their existence. Silence was just a quieter way to lie.
I don’t know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.
Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.
I would prove to you that being different isn’t a death sentence but a call to arms.
When you think you’re right, you’re most likely wrong.
You can miss a person you’ve never known.
You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you’d be be dragged down for the count, too.
We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn’t really an answer to that question.
May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.
Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.